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Mar 11
We put our sadness off as “I’m tired” or “I just don’t feel good”.
We don’t let it out.
We don’t let anyone know how we really feel.
We hide.
Until one night, we sit alone.
In our bathroom floor, looking for a way out.
You fall asleep on your floor.
When something reaches out.
Some sweet voice tells us
“You’ll be okay”
“You don’t have to hide anymore.”
To wake up with the hand of that same sweet voice holding yours
Holding you
Telling you
“Everything’s okay”
You knew then.
It will be.
Written by
Kenzie Cox  16/F
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